The Uchiha Corp (Modern Naruto: Various x Reader)

Falling Apart

"Oh, Y/n, your room is this way."

"Ms. Uchiha-" I turned and found the older woman smiling at me.

"Mikoto, please." She corrected.

"Mikoto," it felt strange, but I complied with her request. "What do you mean?"

"Madara set aside attendants just for you." She waved for me to follow her. "Come on." Her smile was so warm, she was a great mother.

I felt nervous as I followed and remained silent as well. We walked side by side through the halls of the mansion and then she stopped before a door, with a butler standing in front of it. He smiled and stepped aside, allowing us to enter. Mikoto pointed to the couch, "Shisui had all of your things sent up, and you'll find your dress hanging in the closet. If you need anything, just ask Koshi, he's the butler outside the door."

"Yes, ma'am." I couldn't think of what else to say.

"Madara has a soft spot for you, I'd take advantage if I were you." She smiled and then winked before slipping from the room.

"Ms. Uzumaki, your first hour and a half are set aside for a massage, if you'll please follow me." A small, petite woman guided me into the bedroom, I was in a suite of sorts. A parlor room, a bedroom and bathroom, all attached.

"If you'll strip to your comfort level and lay face down under the sheet, I'll be back in a moment." The woman left without question and I blinked a few times before collecting my thoughts and undressing. Comfort level? Nude I guess. I crawled onto the portable massage table and settled under the sheet.

The woman arrived a few minutes later and soft music filled the space, relaxing and smooth. A heavy scent of lavender wafted into my nose and I breathed deeply, the woman's hands under my face, the source of the scent. She peeled the sheet back to my small of my back and began massaging me, my body feeling like jello at her touch. I was tense and didn't even know it.

Time passed quickly, and seemed to stand still as the woman worked every knot out of me. All my worries seemed to wash away with every stroke of her hand over my soft skin. It tickled when she massaged where the scar was on my side, bringing back the memory of how I got it. Memories came flooding back as to how I got all of my scars, every last one of them.

The knives that were unwilling, and willingly, pressed to my skin. The bullet that ate through my flesh. The burn of the road as I flew from the motorcycle and rolled. The burn of the cherry as it was pushed to against me. Scars I earned, not many, but enough to litter my skin and make me feel tainted. No one ever asked about them. No one.

The massage finished and she directed me to wrap myself in a robe. "There's champagne and fruit in the parlor for you. Your attendants will be here at one o'clock."

I stepped from the bedroom and into the parlor, where I was greeted with not only champagne and fruit, but two dozen roses, the deepest red I've ever seen. I approached the arrangement and found a small card sticking out, so I plucked it from the bundle of roses and read it.

Nothing compares to your beauty, but I was hoping these would bring a smile to your face.
                  - Madara

Well shit. He definitely was trying, but why on earth would he be trying so hard to win me over? Was he that infatuated with me? Was this all part of the family's elaborate game? Or did he actually care about me? The last one was doubtful, but only he knew what his intentions were. And that terrified me.

Two attendants came in, carrying who knows what, and began setting up. I sat in the high back chair close to the window, overlooking the garden. I heard someone at the door, they seemed angry and I approached, moving to open it- it was locked. I pressed my ear to the door to see if I could hear them better.